Warhammer: Dark Elf

When the temporary legion composed of soldiers from all over Osuun was assembled, the adjutant Rama brought Tyrion his war horse: the graceful Malhandel wearing brilliant silver armor. It is one of the gifts given to Tyrion by the Eternal Queen. It is the most perfect Elion war horse, accompanying its owner to crush the skulls of countless enemies.

Tyrion quickly got on his horse, tightened the reins of Malhandil, and looked back at the endless legions gathered behind him. They were crowded with people, with swords and halberds like a forest, and Asur's silver armor was standing beside him. The occasional explosion of lightning shone brightly, and he could smell the metallic smell emanating from the carefully polished weapons, the armor intertwined with leather and steel, and the fishy smell surrounding the war horses.

To be honest, he was deeply immersed in the feeling of silence before the war.

The team is ready to go, everything is in order, just like a sophisticated war machine that is about to be activated. Every nervous and silent face in the field of vision is a gear that forms a huge thing that is far larger than itself.

He longed in his heart to integrate into this group of warriors and become part of this collective.

Even though Tyrion clearly knew that he was facing a more terrifying war beast, he was fearless and instead was excited.

Facing death has always been a challenging and thrilling experience.

And Tyrion always enjoyed it.

"Set off."

He held the Yang Yan Sword, gave the order calmly, and rushed to the front line with tens of thousands of high elf warriors.

When Tyrion and others arrived at the outer city, a rolling heat wave hit them, smoke filled the air, rumbles surrounded the surroundings, the air vibrated like a huge honeycomb, and the city was shaken.

The reaper crossbows of the dark elves and the giant bows and arrows shot by Ushabit kept falling into the city. The fine sand they brought up rolled up the small stones and seemed to fill up people's seven holes. Many soldiers who were on the battlefield for the first time could not bear the impact. He turned away from the strong impact, and then trembled in the even more violent impact.

Tyrion felt like he wanted to be a fine dust pushed by a big storm, as if his life was tied to this army, and the responsibility of fate had been entrusted to him.

The initial stage of the front line was more difficult than Brother Tai had expected. There were wounded Nagaris soldiers sitting under the wall. The blood gurgling from their armor stained the ground into a dazzling scarlet color. As the war continued, More and more wounded were carried down from the top of the city and placed here in a haphazard manner.

Here, Tyrion met Aris, the prince of Nagaryth. At this moment, the Shadow King repelled a wave of attacks. The armor was full of blood, but not a drop was his own.

"As you can see, the situation is very bad." Aris, who looked tired, gasped and said straight to the point, "Malekis brought twenty black dragon knights over, and he is now on the hill outside the city. Looking at this, it seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal."

"He won't succeed." Tyrion smiled coldly, then changed the subject and said, "Open the city gate."

"What are you going to do?" Aris was shocked. "The dark elves are attacking the city gate now. Once it is opened, it can no longer be closed."

"Of course I know." Tyrion smiled brightly, although his smile was not a bit of a smile, but made people's hair stand on end.

"Malekis also knows, that's why I want to give the noble prince a surprise, believe me, son of Eosriel."

Aris looked at Tyrion suspiciously and said hesitantly, "But I can't risk the entire city of Drowdel with you."

"Don't worry, the Eternal Queen is right behind us, and she will be here soon."

After receiving Tai Ge's assurance, Aris finally made up his mind and ordered the gate guards to open the east city gate.

The moment the heavy city gate was opened, Tyrion took advantage of the fact that the dark elves and Nehekhara undead outside had not yet reacted, and directly led thousands of silver-helmeted knights to launch a massive charge.

Accompanied by the neighing of war horses, the knights in shining armor drove their restless mounts and followed Tyrion out of the city gate.

The burning sun sword in Tyrion's hand is his most eye-catching symbol. He cut off the filthy war flag made of human skin from an ancient tomb guard's hand with one stroke of his sword, then grabbed the broken flagpole with his left hand and thrust it into the chest of another dark elf like a spear. middle.

Following a burst of killing, the high elves broke through the innermost siege of the east city gate. At this time, Tyrion quickly looked around the battlefield.

The blood-red sunset illuminated this chaotic battlefield. The screams of the dying and the din of sword-to-blade reverberations formed a hellish symphony that reverberated in his ears.

Djoder Plains, a barren, empty and dreary wasteland, a wild place that was rarely mentioned before, has now become the hinterland of the invasion of dark elves.

In a matter of moments, he had a clear understanding of the situation on the battlefield.

This unusual observation ability is Tai Ge's innate talent. Directing a real war is not difficult to say the least. For him, it is like looking down at a chessboard from above. He saw that the Dark Elf army was storming the city wall, and the Assur army was still at a disadvantage.

If you want to reverse the situation on the battlefield in a short period of time, you must act boldly.

Therefore, he looked beyond millions of people and aimed at the real enemy.

Malekith and Morathi were watching the battle from a distance on the hill. And he soon realized that these two people were also staring at him intently.

Those cold eyes were flashing with extremely complicated emotions.

The Witch King and his blood-related descendant had fought several times, but their plans all ended in failure. The most tragic battle was on the Fenur Plains, where all his men were defeated by Tyrion and Teclis. Kill them all, and even you have to flee into the Chaos Demon Realm to save your life.

It stands to reason that Malekith should hate the Tai brothers to the core, but in fact, in addition to holding grudges, he also quite recognizes the abilities of the two brothers.

If they weren't born with opposing views, maybe he and Tyrion could become like-minded.

Tyrion seemed to sense the Witch King's emotions, but he just scoffed.

in comparison. He never understood the way Morathi looked at him with interest and admiration, or she regarded him as the incarnation of an ancient soul.

Tyrion hated it most when people thought he was the reincarnation of Aianari, and the thought of this made him furious.

What bothers him most is that people regard him as the reincarnation of Aianari.

He gathered a group of elite knights and charged in the direction of the Witch King.

This move is not reckless, but to completely disrupt the Witch King's military formation.

Brother Tai clearly understood that the number of cavalry under his command was seriously insufficient, and at the same time, he was surrounded by the dark elf infantry troops who were shouting and fighting fiercely.

And those dark elves fight with mechanical discipline and ruthless courage, which is undoubtedly awe-inspiring.

If you want to defeat such a powerful enemy with less and more, you must put yourself to death and survive.

Tyrion raised his sword above his head, signaling for his knights to rally, turn, and charge at the enemy again. This team is like the heroes assembled in legend. The formation of the elf knights quickly tightened, and they were as strictly arranged as on the parade ground. The entire cavalry unit moved freely and acted uniformly.

Tyrion rode his horse through the vanguard of the fierce fighting on the front line. Malhandel carried his master steadily between the battlefields, walking on flat ground in a pool of mud and blood. The Sun Flame Sword burned brightly in Tyrion's hand, constantly splitting the enemies in front of him.

Whether it was the undead from the ancient tomb or the dark elves, they all fell under the divine sword without distinction.

Tyrion kills everything within his reach with the divine sword worn by his famous ancestor. His divine sword was a glorious burning banner, guiding the elven cavalry following him to slaughter all the fleeing enemies.

He broke into the enemy formation more and more, and became stronger when he encountered resistance. At this moment, there were only a thousand silver-helmeted knights left who could follow Tyrion in the charge.

"For Alarielle, for the Eternal Queen!"

Tyrion shouted during the bloody battle. The mere mention of his lady's name seemed to revive him with renewed vigor and renewed determination to fight and win. The exhausted high elf warriors around him responded: they fought harder and harder, crushing any enemy who stood in their way, and moved closer to the high hill.

The proud high elf knights advanced as a team, letting their horses advance at a trot so that they could launch a thunderous charge later. In the team of dark elves on the opposite side, the team captains roared and issued instructions, trying to prepare their team to accept the impact head-on.